Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Unrelated Segments to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
PIL,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.